[ Mm. A quiet sigh, though there's a smile there, even as he pushes himself up to his feet again, wandering over towards the kitchen. If that grandma didn't mind Miles staying, she probably wouldn't mind if he got him some water. He doesn't hand it to him directly, just sets it down on a table nearby -- you're going to have to sit upright if you want that water, buddy. ]
Another reason I don't like drinking.
Imagine remembering, very clearly, every stupid drunken night you've ever had.
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Another reason I don't like drinking.
Imagine remembering, very clearly, every stupid drunken night you've ever had.